Blood Bonds: An Angel's Love
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Chapter 4
Hi 123,
Thank you for your review^_^ I started doing a second chapter for the KvarLloyd challenge. I'll try to post that soon.
Chapter 4
“…Kratos…I” A light pink the shade of cherry blossoms tinged Lloyd’s flushed cheeks. Resisting, rebelling, renouncing the feelings of his heart when Kratos whispered, I love you, Lloyd turned away like night chasing day. Untouched, pure, a bud yet to bloom like a maiden not deflowered, he trembled.
When he uttered from the bottom of his heart, “The truth is that for a long time, I’ve liked you!” he gave a piece of his soul expecting to be hurt.
“I…I need some time to think.” Lloyd cast a sideways glance over his shoulder at his father, retreating quickly back to the fire.
That night he drifted off to sleep with Kratos haunting his dreams. The seraph’s short spiky locks tumbled in shaggy layers, opaque at its roots, transitioning to auburn glinting red under sunlight. Thin playful wisps fell over his half lidded eyes; warm garnets glowing with love, gold flecks alight in their depths that beckoned softly to Lloyd. Ever slowly, his peach hued lips, lower lip highlighted white, parted forming the syllables of Lloyd’s name, almost strained, “Lloyd, I love you with all my heart.”
“…mmm…Kratos…” cried Lloyd asleep, tasting the fire and spice of his kisses trapped in memory.
Images of Kratos burned in his mind came alive, smothering, roaming, cataloguing every curve and inch of his arched, trembling frame, clutching the body atop as his hips instinctively thrust. While sleeping, Lloyd’s fingers clumsily trailed down his chest, slipping off his suspenders, hands gliding lower over smooth planes of his stomach, above the tightening in his groin. Pressure mounting made his insides coil and arousal build. Blood racing, he fumbled with his belt buckle to remove his constraints.
A pair of rock solid hands, tough as steel in their touch from years of brandishing blades and breaking wood in sparring stilled him, laid on his. The calm voice of a warrior, low and deep in soul, anchoring him back commanded gently, “…No, not here, Lloyd.”
“Hmm?” his son murmured lazily, half stirring, gazing through half lidded eyes at the powerful man before him. “Was I…dreaming about my angel?” he asked, in childlike innocence, untamed. “This morning, my dream came to life when I saw his wings, your wings. You protected from that rain, the bloody rain, right?”
/No, I caused the bloody rain, the sky’s tears to fall when I killed her. An incestuous love born from the tragedy of my broken heart, that’s what my love is, my son/. Kratos’s ruby irises saddened beneath feathery strands of hair. His thin lips stretched down in a samurai’s scowl betraying no emotion, fastened like an iron gate shut tight. /How bittersweet like vinegar laden with honey, you pain me because you are like her though you deliver such joy/.
An owl’s hoot rang out. Choruses of crickets chirped from one patch of brush to another amidst Kratos’s thoughts. Lloyd always reacted to his outer guise, the warrior’s stone cold mask seemingly arrogant, perfect like a god in every way, ready to gnaw away at Lloyd’s flaws without a moment’s notice.
The fiery youth sighed, dreaminess abandoning his face. “Is Mr. Oh-I’m-So-Perfect up to something again, huh?” he muttered, frowning at Kratos.
“Come,” he ordered briskly, reacting as if his son were a humble foot soldier ready to do his bidding.
“Jerk,” Lloyd hissed, dragging his feet.
Kratos’s wine-red orbs flashed crimson, narrowing. Silently, he motioned to his son ‘follow.’ Nodding, Lloyd acknowledged his father’s somber expression, obeying. The seraphim’s back stiff from years of formalized swordsmanship, his gait erect, Lloyd never imagined the affection he harbored inside. Unspoken, Kratos truly meant no offense. He stated the obvious, wishing only to guide his son. Besides swordsmanship, the boy had much to learn about coming of age to manhood and change that accompanied. Controlled, modest, for now the seraph laid his romantic notions aside, playing parent.
Kratos’s battle hardened eyes, weary from an existence millennia old softened, tenderness gleaming in their depths. One expression said everything.
Catching their spark, Lloyd cast an apologetic visage, saying, “Listen Kratos, I…I’m sorry. If you’re pissed, I understand.”
“No offense was taken, Lloyd,” he replied politely, leading his son to a clearing without cacti or desert vegetation obscuring gravel-laden ground. His hair wavering in the cool desert wind, cape-tails blown out behind, silver moonlight showering overhead, rugged Ossa mountains cutting into diamond-blanketed sky, he settled by a tree, its twisted trunk large enough for people to lean against. His countenance veiled in shadow under the tree, he said, “Sit here, there is something I would like to discuss.”
“Okay.” What did that mean?
Eyes closed like a monk in meditation, face calm, Kratos asked, “Do you know where you…come from?” A mysterious pause, an obscure question.
Lloyd plopped down beside him under the gnarled tree, Kratos against its trunk.
“What?” He mumbled, brows quirked in surprise. “What’s that supposed to mean? If you mean I was raised, near Iselia. From people, my parents, Mom and Dad,” he babbled, rather perplexed, wondering if Kratos enjoyed testing his intellect like Genis.
“…Very good,” Kratos answered, crossing his arms, situated comfortably, glancing at Lloyd like a teacher. “How, exactly?”
“Hey!” Lloyd snapped, grumbling. “Trying to prove I’m dumb?”
“…I never meant an affront,” he stated, dropping his gaze slightly, hooked in Lloyd’s direction. “I ask because I would like you to think. About this stage in your life as you become an adult, the changes you experience emotionally and physically.”
/Does he mean falling in love? I’m nervous, my first time/, Lloyd pondered where this went.
Grass peeking beneath gravel blew gently. Running his fingers across it, half his hands covered by lilac colored gloves, Kratos continued, “This relates to yesterday night when you asked me what I did. I said ‘something quite natural many people do, but are afraid to admit.’ And before you were inclined toward its too.”
Lloyd blushed, recalling his dream about Kratos and arousal he experienced.
“Do not be embarrassed. That is all I wished to say,” he merely answered, crossing his arms again, glancing away.
“I’m not!” growled Lloyd, flushing even redder, raising a fist at his father’s unflinching face. The seraph’s cool demeanor provoked Lloyd further. “You know, I’m really sick of you, Kratos, always proving your better.” Irritation rang in his tone. “First it’s swordsmanship, now it’s this love crap. Wonder what you’ll find next.”
He gave no reply, staying calm.
“That’s it!” Lloyd sent both fists flying at once.
Easily dodging, Kratos seized both pinning him against the tree with his superior strength, looming over.
“It’s just not fair,” Lloyd sniffled, whimpering. “You’re better at fighting, Genis is good in school. So is Colette and Professor Raine praises both of them. And what am I, idiot Lloyd good at!?”
Releasing his son, Kratos fell to his knees, Lloyd collapsing on him.
Years of pent up frustration from his failures in the classroom spilled free in tears streaming down his face. “What am I good at, Kratos? What am I? I’m dumb, that’s why I always slept in school!” he wept.
“…Your enthusiasm touches the hearts of your friends, you never give up, your soul is truly pure, Lloyd.” Brushing back tear drenched strands in Lloyd’s face, Kratos stroked his cheeks, kissing him. /My son, you are all that is beautiful about Anna, yet you are you. That is why I cannot help but love you the way I do. If I didn’t have you, I’d end up like Yddrasill, insane from 4000 years of loneliness and sadness/.
“Kratos, thank you.” Lloyd blinked away the rest of his tears, cupping Kratos’s cheeks. He ran his hands along the warrior’s chiseled jaw, tilting it up to meet his trembling lips. “I’ve never told anyone this but…” This time he claimed the seraph’s sweet mouth. “I love you.”
“Take this.” Removing the locket around his own neck, Kratos opened it without revealing its family picture, something sliding out, placed in Lloyd’s palm. A diamond ring sparkled under moonlight, its multifaceted depths refracting rainbow light.
/Dear, do not grieve for me, I know you’ll love again, give the ring you gave to me to one you hold in your heart/, Anna had said in her last words.
/Yes, Anna, can you forgive me for giving the ring to our son?/ Kratos asked himself, slipping off Lloyd’s glove, Anna’s gem still mounted in Lloyd’s hand, the same one Kratos pushed her ring onto.
The deep blue sapphire Exphere glowed softly, Anna’s tender spirit reacting to the ring. Suddenly, her voice echoed in his head, her gentle smile warming his conscious, /my dear boy, make him happy, I made him sad because I left him/ She referred to Kratos.
“Mom?” he whispered, lost in thought.
“Hmm?” Kratos asked, tracing his son’s lower lip.
“N-nothing.” Lloyd forced a smile. “Let’s head back, okay?”
TBC
A/N: Well, that was rather odd, Lloyd getting Anna’s ring from Kratos O_o I meant this fic to be a one shot, but I continued for the heck of it.
Thank you for your review^_^ I started doing a second chapter for the KvarLloyd challenge. I'll try to post that soon.
Chapter 4
“…Kratos…I” A light pink the shade of cherry blossoms tinged Lloyd’s flushed cheeks. Resisting, rebelling, renouncing the feelings of his heart when Kratos whispered, I love you, Lloyd turned away like night chasing day. Untouched, pure, a bud yet to bloom like a maiden not deflowered, he trembled.
When he uttered from the bottom of his heart, “The truth is that for a long time, I’ve liked you!” he gave a piece of his soul expecting to be hurt.
“I…I need some time to think.” Lloyd cast a sideways glance over his shoulder at his father, retreating quickly back to the fire.
That night he drifted off to sleep with Kratos haunting his dreams. The seraph’s short spiky locks tumbled in shaggy layers, opaque at its roots, transitioning to auburn glinting red under sunlight. Thin playful wisps fell over his half lidded eyes; warm garnets glowing with love, gold flecks alight in their depths that beckoned softly to Lloyd. Ever slowly, his peach hued lips, lower lip highlighted white, parted forming the syllables of Lloyd’s name, almost strained, “Lloyd, I love you with all my heart.”
“…mmm…Kratos…” cried Lloyd asleep, tasting the fire and spice of his kisses trapped in memory.
Images of Kratos burned in his mind came alive, smothering, roaming, cataloguing every curve and inch of his arched, trembling frame, clutching the body atop as his hips instinctively thrust. While sleeping, Lloyd’s fingers clumsily trailed down his chest, slipping off his suspenders, hands gliding lower over smooth planes of his stomach, above the tightening in his groin. Pressure mounting made his insides coil and arousal build. Blood racing, he fumbled with his belt buckle to remove his constraints.
A pair of rock solid hands, tough as steel in their touch from years of brandishing blades and breaking wood in sparring stilled him, laid on his. The calm voice of a warrior, low and deep in soul, anchoring him back commanded gently, “…No, not here, Lloyd.”
“Hmm?” his son murmured lazily, half stirring, gazing through half lidded eyes at the powerful man before him. “Was I…dreaming about my angel?” he asked, in childlike innocence, untamed. “This morning, my dream came to life when I saw his wings, your wings. You protected from that rain, the bloody rain, right?”
/No, I caused the bloody rain, the sky’s tears to fall when I killed her. An incestuous love born from the tragedy of my broken heart, that’s what my love is, my son/. Kratos’s ruby irises saddened beneath feathery strands of hair. His thin lips stretched down in a samurai’s scowl betraying no emotion, fastened like an iron gate shut tight. /How bittersweet like vinegar laden with honey, you pain me because you are like her though you deliver such joy/.
An owl’s hoot rang out. Choruses of crickets chirped from one patch of brush to another amidst Kratos’s thoughts. Lloyd always reacted to his outer guise, the warrior’s stone cold mask seemingly arrogant, perfect like a god in every way, ready to gnaw away at Lloyd’s flaws without a moment’s notice.
The fiery youth sighed, dreaminess abandoning his face. “Is Mr. Oh-I’m-So-Perfect up to something again, huh?” he muttered, frowning at Kratos.
“Come,” he ordered briskly, reacting as if his son were a humble foot soldier ready to do his bidding.
“Jerk,” Lloyd hissed, dragging his feet.
Kratos’s wine-red orbs flashed crimson, narrowing. Silently, he motioned to his son ‘follow.’ Nodding, Lloyd acknowledged his father’s somber expression, obeying. The seraphim’s back stiff from years of formalized swordsmanship, his gait erect, Lloyd never imagined the affection he harbored inside. Unspoken, Kratos truly meant no offense. He stated the obvious, wishing only to guide his son. Besides swordsmanship, the boy had much to learn about coming of age to manhood and change that accompanied. Controlled, modest, for now the seraph laid his romantic notions aside, playing parent.
Kratos’s battle hardened eyes, weary from an existence millennia old softened, tenderness gleaming in their depths. One expression said everything.
Catching their spark, Lloyd cast an apologetic visage, saying, “Listen Kratos, I…I’m sorry. If you’re pissed, I understand.”
“No offense was taken, Lloyd,” he replied politely, leading his son to a clearing without cacti or desert vegetation obscuring gravel-laden ground. His hair wavering in the cool desert wind, cape-tails blown out behind, silver moonlight showering overhead, rugged Ossa mountains cutting into diamond-blanketed sky, he settled by a tree, its twisted trunk large enough for people to lean against. His countenance veiled in shadow under the tree, he said, “Sit here, there is something I would like to discuss.”
“Okay.” What did that mean?
Eyes closed like a monk in meditation, face calm, Kratos asked, “Do you know where you…come from?” A mysterious pause, an obscure question.
Lloyd plopped down beside him under the gnarled tree, Kratos against its trunk.
“What?” He mumbled, brows quirked in surprise. “What’s that supposed to mean? If you mean I was raised, near Iselia. From people, my parents, Mom and Dad,” he babbled, rather perplexed, wondering if Kratos enjoyed testing his intellect like Genis.
“…Very good,” Kratos answered, crossing his arms, situated comfortably, glancing at Lloyd like a teacher. “How, exactly?”
“Hey!” Lloyd snapped, grumbling. “Trying to prove I’m dumb?”
“…I never meant an affront,” he stated, dropping his gaze slightly, hooked in Lloyd’s direction. “I ask because I would like you to think. About this stage in your life as you become an adult, the changes you experience emotionally and physically.”
/Does he mean falling in love? I’m nervous, my first time/, Lloyd pondered where this went.
Grass peeking beneath gravel blew gently. Running his fingers across it, half his hands covered by lilac colored gloves, Kratos continued, “This relates to yesterday night when you asked me what I did. I said ‘something quite natural many people do, but are afraid to admit.’ And before you were inclined toward its too.”
Lloyd blushed, recalling his dream about Kratos and arousal he experienced.
“Do not be embarrassed. That is all I wished to say,” he merely answered, crossing his arms again, glancing away.
“I’m not!” growled Lloyd, flushing even redder, raising a fist at his father’s unflinching face. The seraph’s cool demeanor provoked Lloyd further. “You know, I’m really sick of you, Kratos, always proving your better.” Irritation rang in his tone. “First it’s swordsmanship, now it’s this love crap. Wonder what you’ll find next.”
He gave no reply, staying calm.
“That’s it!” Lloyd sent both fists flying at once.
Easily dodging, Kratos seized both pinning him against the tree with his superior strength, looming over.
“It’s just not fair,” Lloyd sniffled, whimpering. “You’re better at fighting, Genis is good in school. So is Colette and Professor Raine praises both of them. And what am I, idiot Lloyd good at!?”
Releasing his son, Kratos fell to his knees, Lloyd collapsing on him.
Years of pent up frustration from his failures in the classroom spilled free in tears streaming down his face. “What am I good at, Kratos? What am I? I’m dumb, that’s why I always slept in school!” he wept.
“…Your enthusiasm touches the hearts of your friends, you never give up, your soul is truly pure, Lloyd.” Brushing back tear drenched strands in Lloyd’s face, Kratos stroked his cheeks, kissing him. /My son, you are all that is beautiful about Anna, yet you are you. That is why I cannot help but love you the way I do. If I didn’t have you, I’d end up like Yddrasill, insane from 4000 years of loneliness and sadness/.
“Kratos, thank you.” Lloyd blinked away the rest of his tears, cupping Kratos’s cheeks. He ran his hands along the warrior’s chiseled jaw, tilting it up to meet his trembling lips. “I’ve never told anyone this but…” This time he claimed the seraph’s sweet mouth. “I love you.”
“Take this.” Removing the locket around his own neck, Kratos opened it without revealing its family picture, something sliding out, placed in Lloyd’s palm. A diamond ring sparkled under moonlight, its multifaceted depths refracting rainbow light.
/Dear, do not grieve for me, I know you’ll love again, give the ring you gave to me to one you hold in your heart/, Anna had said in her last words.
/Yes, Anna, can you forgive me for giving the ring to our son?/ Kratos asked himself, slipping off Lloyd’s glove, Anna’s gem still mounted in Lloyd’s hand, the same one Kratos pushed her ring onto.
The deep blue sapphire Exphere glowed softly, Anna’s tender spirit reacting to the ring. Suddenly, her voice echoed in his head, her gentle smile warming his conscious, /my dear boy, make him happy, I made him sad because I left him/ She referred to Kratos.
“Mom?” he whispered, lost in thought.
“Hmm?” Kratos asked, tracing his son’s lower lip.
“N-nothing.” Lloyd forced a smile. “Let’s head back, okay?”
TBC
A/N: Well, that was rather odd, Lloyd getting Anna’s ring from Kratos O_o I meant this fic to be a one shot, but I continued for the heck of it.